So. It's like my dad always told me. If something seems to good to be true, it probably is.
I should've known. I was having too much of a good time on NoCount. And so it is. In spite of keeping pretty well to plan this week, inspite of exercising 5 days out of 7, I have staying the feckin same. Stayed the same.
I was so gutted, I started crying at fatclub. I cannot eat any better than I did this week. I ate properly, I resisted urges to binge, I did what I thought I had to do. If I can't lose weight after all that, I feel like maybe I can't lose weight at all.
I will go back to counting points tomorrow. Tonight however is given over to a box of skinny cows and a bottle of wodka.